en_cjb - Pro 7 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ My son, keep my words, store up my commands with you.

² Obey my commands, and live; guard my teaching like the pupil of your eye.

³ Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart.

⁴ Say to wisdom, “You are my sister”; call understanding your kinswoman;

⁵ so that they can keep you from unknown women, from loose women with their seductive talk.

⁶ For I was at the window of my house, glancing out through the lattice,

⁷ when I saw among the young men there, among those who don’t think for themselves, a young fellow devoid of all sense.

⁸ He crosses the street near her corner and continues on toward her house.

⁹ Dusk turns into evening, and finally night, dark and black.

¹⁰ Then a woman approaches him, dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart.

¹¹ She’s the coarse, impulsive type, whose feet don’t stay at home;

¹² rather, she stalks the streets and squares, lurking at every streetcorner.

¹³ She grabs him, gives him a kiss, and, brazen-faced, she says to him,

¹⁴ “I had to offer peace sacrifices, and I fulfilled my vows today.

¹⁵ This is why I came out to meet you, to look for you; now I’ve found you.

¹⁶ I’ve spread quilts on my couch made of colored Egyptian linen.

¹⁷ I’ve perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.

¹⁸ Come on, let’s make love till morning; we’ll enjoy making love.

¹⁹ My husband isn’t at home, he’s gone on a long trip;

²⁰ he took a bag of money with him and won’t be back till the moon is full.”

²¹ With all her sweet talk she convinces him, enticing him with her seductive words.

²² At once he follows her like an ox on its way to be slaughtered; like a fool to be punished in the stocks;

²³ or like a bird rushing into a trap, not knowing its life is at stake till an arrow pierces its liver.

²⁴ So now, children, listen to me; pay attention to what I am saying.

²⁵ Don’t let your heart turn to her ways; don’t stray onto her paths.

²⁶ For many are those she has struck down dead, numerous those she has killed.

²⁷ Her house is the way to Sh’ol; it leads down to the halls of death.